After the two finished singing, the cooks and staff had already prepared the meal. Just when the guests thought they were about to have a hearty meal, Director Li gave them another challenge: choosing which dishes to eat. "Wait a minute, don't leave yet. The performance is over, and it's time to eat..."

"Why are we standing here instead of eating during mealtime?"

"That's right, they're starving to death, and they're still rambling on and on!"

"Director Li, are you getting old? Is your menopause coming on early?"

"Leng Mo, Wen Ying, Wang Feifei, are you three asking for trouble again? What do you mean I'm old? What do you mean I'm going through menopause? I just wanted you to choose your food before you ate. Enough nonsense. I've already had the staff prepare slips of paper. You'll each come over and draw your food, in pairs, and only one person per pair. Anyone who says another word will be hungry!"

The three women, Wang Feifei, Wen Ying, and the other woman, had just exchanged glances and were about to continue their confrontation with Li Bapi when Li Bapi saw through their act. The three of them had no choice but to take the note from Xiao Pang's hand. When they opened the note, they were completely dumbfounded.

The cold, indifferent note read: [Congratulations! You've received two servings of large white steamed buns and pickled vegetables!]

Wenying's note read, "[Congratulations! You've won two servings: red bean buns and pickled vegetables!]"

Wang Feifei's note was much better than the previous two; it read, "[Congratulations! You've won two large meat buns and pickled vegetables!]"

Qian Shasha and Wen Nai were left to draw the last two slips of paper.

Qian Shasha's note read, "[Congratulations! You have won a seafood set meal (for two people)]".

Winnie's note read, "Congratulations! You've won two steak set meals!"

"Director Li, why should I get to eat plain white steamed buns? I don't want you to give me a new one. Is the production team so poor?" Leng Mo was the first to show his note to the others, and he didn't forget to complain about Director Li and the production team.

“I don’t want red bean buns either. I’ll add pickled vegetables. One is sweet and the other is salty. Haha, you really know how to put things together!” Wenying also expressed her dissatisfaction.

Wang Feifei was about to speak when Director Li interrupted her, "What? You have a big meat bun? Still not satisfied? Want to switch with Leng Mo? I can't control that. I'm letting you choose your own food, and you eat what you choose. No switching!"

Leng Mo gritted his teeth in anger, thinking to himself, "Li the Skinflint, I don't know if you're even human, but you're a real dog! Damn it, after eating most of this steamed bun, I'll probably be hungry again in no time. At least give me some side dishes with the bun! What kind of nonsense is this, just some pickled vegetables? This production team is so stingy—no, they should be called stingy Li the Skinflint!"

Director Li listened to Leng Mo mentally criticizing him, and his lips twitched. "Everyone, give the food chosen by the guests to them, and go eat dinner. There are still some people who are not satisfied, just let them keep it to themselves!" Director Li knew that Leng Mo was criticizing him, and after saying this meaningfully, he turned around and left with the megaphone.

Although Director Li and the others had left, they still left a hidden camera for Leng Mo and the others. Director Li, holding a steak and seafood boxed lunch, sat in front of the monitor and saw that the guests had consciously put all the food together. Lu Ziwei wanted to object, but he couldn't stand the murderous looks from the other guests, so he had no choice but to obey the majority.